Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.